More Than Enough

Gemma

“This is your apartment?” I mean, it was better than still living in your childhood bedroom, but it wasn’t exactly what I expected of a major league soccer star.

“Yeah,” Bennett froze in place, looking over at the sofa. “Oh shit. Um, let’s go into my room.” He tried to shield me or hide me, I wasn’t sure which. I caught a glimpse of Reed and Eden, though, and knew we must have walked in on something. I couldn’t help the smirk as I shuffled along with Bennett to his room.

“Sorry about that.” He grinned, closing the door. This man was grade-A man meat. I couldn’t say I’d ever seen anyone as attractive as him. The minute I saw him in Brew, I was in heat. I had planned to ask Eden to introduce me once she solved her relationship issues with Reed, but I lucked out. It seemed Mr. Soccer Player was interested in me as well. Every day since then, he had made sure to come by the shop for a simple black coffee.

“No worries. I’m glad they’re reconnecting.” I laughed, leaning back on my hands as I sat on his bed.

“Fuck, me too. I couldn’t take the pouting much longer.” Bennett slid his shoes off, watching me with every move he made.

When he had popped into the coffee shop tonight, the last thing I thought I’d be doing was rushing back to his place for one night of fun. Here I was, though, and I was ready for it.

“Enough about them,” I smirked, crossing my legs.

Bennet smiled in response, leaning down to me, cupping my cheek in his hand before smashing his lips onto mine. I returned his kiss with equal excitement. Our tongues thrashing, my body heating from my toes and up. I slid further back onto the bed as he crawled over on top of me.

His lips were pouty and perfect against mine, his hands slid down my arms, holding me in place. The space between my legs began to throb, aching with need; I moaned out as his lips trailed down my neck.

“This needs to come off.” I whispered, tugging at his t-shirt. With his knees on the bed, straddling me, he pulled back with one hand and tugged the shirt over his head. “Fuck me.” I unabashedly ogled Bennett’s incredible body. He was every bit the athlete with a defined six-pack of muscle, taught, and tan skin.

“I plan to.” He smirked and then began to unbutton my shirt. I laid back, admiring him as he worked. I watched as his tongue flicked over his lips as he slid the shirt off me and stared at my breasts, heaving in the blue lace bra. “Damn.” He grunted, hands grabbing over them, tweaking my already erect nipples.

In a matter of minutes, the remainder of our clothes came off, and he had me lying in the middle of his oversized bed. Bennett hovered over me; the only thing separating his bulging cock from my dripping wet core was his boxer briefs. My hips were bucking impatiently, needing to feel him.

“You’re a needy girl.” He teased, his lips fluttering down my chest, over my breasts, and then taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging. “I’m gonna wreck you; you ready for that?” He slid back, pulling his briefs down and freeing the cock I was so hungry for. I watched as he grabbed a condom, sheathing himself before lining up with my entrance.

“Wreck me.” I breathed out just as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he slid himself inside of me. The size of his cock stretched me in the most amazing way. He slid out once slowly, pausing before slamming into me. I screamed out in pleasure, my nipples achingly hard, and my breathing labored. “Fuck me, Bennett.” I arched my back, pushing myself against him, struggling against his hand that held my wrists. I wanted to touch him, hold him to me.

He growled, releasing his hold, and flipped me like a doll. He gripped my hips in his large, rough hands, tugging me upward so he could enter me from behind. Once he was positioned the way he wanted, he slid his hands down my arms, placing my hands on the headboard.

“Hold on tight, love.” He whispered in my ear before licking slowly up my lobe and feathering my neck with kisses as he rammed into me.

This was by far the best sex I’d ever had. Was I promiscuous? Not exactly. I enjoyed sex and the chance for a one-night hook-up. My life was messy, and the last thing I needed or wanted was a relationship and all the issues that came with it. So, when the mood was right, I got my rocks off casually and went home happy. Tonight, I already knew I was going home fucking ecstatic.

Bennett slapped my left ass cheek, causing me to yelp. He continued pumping into me as he soothed my cheek with a soft rub before bringing that hand around to flick at my clit. That touch nearly sent me over the edge. I gripped the headboard so tight my knuckles were white, my head leaning back in pure pleasure. He pinched at my clit, kissing my back and pounding my soaking pussy.

“You ready to come for me?” He growled. All I could do was nod. “Tell me, baby, tell me you wanna come all over this cock.” He huffed.

“I’m gonna come, oh... fuck....” I could feel my body tensing, heating, and throbbing. The build-up was the most intense I’d ever felt. I could tell I was going to scream out, always having been a vocal person, but this feeling was almost too fucking good. Bennett pulled my hair in his hand, pulling me back toward him and crashing his mouth into mine. He sucked in my screams of pleasure as my orgasm rolled out. My whole body shivered and shook as he reached his release as well. His hands slid down my back, rubbing gently as he came down from his high, then slowly, achingly so, removed himself from me. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling spent in a way I never had before. Bennett hopped up, removing the condom and retreating to the bathroom momentarily. I was nearly asleep when he returned, and I felt the warmth of a cloth between my legs.

Was he cleaning me? Bennett Hayes was cleaning me up after a random hook-up? I turned over to look at him, seeing him kneeling on the bed in all his glory. He was rubbing me in such a gentle way it was hard to believe he had just fucked me so good.

“You okay?” He smiled. Damn, that smile.

“Yes. More than okay.” I sat up, sliding over to the side of the bed. Bennett threw the cloth into the bin in the corner and cozied up next to me. “It was amazing.” I reached down, pulled my underwear up, and slipped back into them.

“You’re leaving?” Bennett asked, surprised.

“Well, yeah.” I deadpanned.

“After that?!” He was exasperated.

“It was amazing like I said, but I don’t do sleepovers.” I chuckled, finishing the buttons on my work shirt from the coffee shop. Bennett had leaned up against the headboard that I had been gripping onto so tightly just a little while ago. His cock, while flaccid, was still impressive and almost beckoned me to stay.

“Thank you for totally wrecking me.” I grinned, leaning down to give him a quick peck before leaving him, mouth hanging open and in shock. The apartment was quiet as I slowly slipped out the front door and made my way back to my home, the one I shared with my Dad.

Bennett

I laid back in my bed, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Aside from it being the best sex of my life so far, she left me! She. Left. Me. I was the one who had to either encourage the chick to leave or sneak out. This was entirely new territory for me. Gemma was hot, a total smoke show. The dark hair, olive skin, and curvaceous body were exotic and intoxicating. I was hoping for a few more rounds before weeding her out the door, and instead, I lay wondering what went wrong.

I was frustrated with a raging boner when I woke up the next morning. I quickly took care of business, reliving the night before. I had a feeling my hookup with Gemma would be in the spank bank for a long time to come. After a quick shower, I headed out into the kitchen to grab some grub and head out for the team morning workout. Normally Reed would be out here making some super healthy concoction. I went over to his bedroom door, banging on it.

“Sawyer! We have to go soon. Are you up?”

“Is your girl still here? Are you naked? Come on; I don’t want to be late.”

“Twenty minutes, and I’m out,” I gave up, knowing that Eden must have slept over. There was a twinge of something I felt in my gut, but I couldn’t place it. I was happy they figured all their shit out. When they finally emerged from his room, Reed sent me off on my own so that he could get Eden back to her place. That guy was absolutely done for when it came to her. I’d never seen him so hooked in the few years I’d known him. Again, that feeling. I shook it off and headed to the gym, ready to work out my morning frustrations.

When he finally did show up at the stadium, he had a permanent smile on his face. I should’ve been happy for him; deep down, I really was. After the night I’d had, being left like that made me feel some way I couldn’t quite describe.

Sitting with Reed at lunch was painful; he was enjoying my torment entirely too much. Thankfully one of the assistant coaches saved me, and we ended up discussing various plays and things relating to the upcoming game. The rest of the day went pretty quickly; luckily, Reed was off to see his woman. I don’t have to answer any of his annoying questions or accusations.

When I got back to the apartment, though, my mood was even worse. Seeing my messy bed and the clothes that I had thrown from the night before. Why was this woman so stuck in my head? I had plenty of one-night stands and never thought twice about it! I decided I needed to see her again and be the one to leave this time; maybe that was the trick. After tidying up my room, I headed out, determined to find Gemma and bring her home again.